small rivers and lakes

Luoshuitangtang divides Luoyang city into north and south. Standing in the south city and looking north, you can see rows of imperial palaces and palaces. The palaces are majestic and gorgeous, just like fairy houses.

The tallest building outside the palace city is Tianxiameng on the north bank of Luoshui River. The night gradually dissipated, and a gorgeous corner of the eaves was exposed in the thin morning mist.

And under the eaves, a figure hurriedly walked into a door.

"Second brother." The person who came was An Guangsha, the leader of the alliance.

Standing in front of the carved window with his hands behind his back, Chang Fengjun turned his head when he heard the voice, his stern face couldn't hide his anxiety: "Brother, I tried it."

"How about it?"

Chang Fengjun clapped his hands.

A ghostly figure jumped in from the window without a sound, and waited in front of the two with his hands down. He was wearing a gray cloth shroud, and the front of his chest was broken, revealing the frost-covered wound underneath.

An Guangsha looked intently at the wound, and after a while, his face darkened. He raised his eyes to look at Chang Fengjun, and slowly uttered five words: "Xue Zhao Yun Guang Jue."

A look of disbelief flashed in Chang Fengjun's eyes: "Le Qishu has a son and three apprentices, Le Wuyou, Chai Kaiyang, Long Yunteng and Xuan'er, Xuan'er is impossible."

"Chai Kaiyang is also impossible."

"Some time ago, Long Yunteng fought Su Yuhen at the Taoyuan Inn, and he was seriously injured, and with his status, it is impossible for him to be driven by Zhongyi."

An Guangxia was sitting in a red sandalwood chair, rubbing the saucer at the bottom of the cup with his fingers, his eyes were deep, as if there was a surge of wind and thunder, and he said in a deep voice: "You searched under Tianque Mountain for half a month, but you really didn't find it. Le Wuyou's corpse?"

Chang Fengjun gritted his teeth: "Tianque Mountain is a thousand feet high, and if he falls off the cliff, he will be crushed to pieces. What's more, he was hit by the sword master's palm, so he should die from ten deaths."

"The world is full of wonders," An Guangsha said, "Maybe he has some adventures at the foot of the mountain, and it may not be impossible."

Chang Fengjun clenched his saber tightly, and said coldly: "Even if he encounters a great adventure, there is nothing to be afraid of. Le Wuyou was a famous waste back then. Could it be that after ten years, he can still find out The sky won't make it? If he dares to make trouble, don't blame me for not having eyes."

An Guangsha shook his head: "Le Qishu's son, it's better to be careful."

"If he is really Le Qishu's blood, you should be careful, but unfortunately he is just a villain," Chang Fengjun said, "Brother, it's your Hall Master Zhong who hooked up with Le Wuyou, what kind of fight?" abacus?"

An Guangxia's finger rubbing the saucer paused, and a trace of absent-mindedness slipped in his eyes.

Chang Fengjun frowned: "Brother?"

"That child... the eyebrows and eyes give me a very kind feeling."

Chang Fengjun was startled: "What?"

An Guangxia said slowly: "He joined our Tianxiameng five years ago. At that time, Ji'er traveled with his mother to Jinling. See you in front of Yuan Hall, the moment I looked up, I suddenly thought of... Mingyue."

"Mingyue?" Chang Fengjun's eyes changed, as if remembering something terrible, his expression turned extremely ugly.

An Guangsha rubbed the center of his brows, and said lightly, "Maybe it's because I'm old and always feel dizzy."

Chang Fengjun looked at him worriedly, people whose martial arts are as high as the leader of the world can often maintain a young state, strong body, sharp ears and eyesight, but An Guangxia is only fifty years old, and he is already dizzy?

He couldn't help asking: "Brother, the missing half of Ziwei's swordsmanship..."

An Guangsha shook his head.

Chang Fengjun was surprised: "It still can't be repaired?"

"In the past few years, I have frequently retreated, but I still can't find a way to repair it," An Guangsha slowly pulled out his sword with painful eyes, looked at the reflection on the shining sword, and murmured, "Xianming Mountain City Together with the Calm Mind Art, it is treacherous and powerful, I only use half of it, and I am alone in the martial arts world, but if I can’t find the second half of it, within three years, I will go crazy and explode to death.”

"Three years?"

"I'm often feeling dizzy now," An Guangsha sighed deeply, closed his sword, clenched the hilt, and said through gritted teeth, "That... bitch!"

Chang Fengjun thought for a moment: "Brother, you and I fought against Su Yuhen ten years ago, his martial arts indeed came from Xianming Mountain City, if he can be captured alive and tortured, maybe he can spit out the heart formula of Xiaque. "

"Su Yuhen..." An Guangsha pondered, "The origin of this person is very strange. If he is said to be from Xianming Mountain City, but his son has all toes intact and has no characteristics at all."

Chang Fengjun said irritably: "Xianming Mountain City...Xianming Mountain City...why can't these gangsters kill them all?"

"Xianming Mountain City..." An Guangsha propped his forehead with one hand, thinking about everything in detail, and after a long while, he laughed at himself, "If you kill them all, you can rest easy."

"Brother, that Zhongyi..."

"Kill them together."

"Yes." Chang Fengjun nodded, holding his sword and walking towards the door, passing by a ghost standing beside him with his hands hanging down, he suddenly drew his sword, and wiped off the man's neck with one stroke, put the sword back into its sheath, and walked out of the room with a normal expression Door.

In the room, that person's body quickly turned into a puddle of corpse water.

Zhong Yi and Le Wuyou had already left Luoyang City when the killers who looked like living dead entered Yuelai Inn again.

The south gate of the imperial city in Luoyang, the eastern capital, is facing Yique, that is, Longmen. The quiet Yishui flows slowly, and stone Buddhas are carved on both sides of the river, stretching for several miles, with a total of more than [-] seats.

On the official road by the Yishui River, a horse and a donkey walked in small steps, and Le Wuyou yawned, sitting on the donkey's back and staggering, but always sat up straight at the moment when he was about to fall.

Zhong Yi rode a white-hoofed crow, looked down at his sleepy look, and couldn't help laughing: "Ayou, why don't you come to my horse and let me drive the horse, so you can sleep peacefully."

Le Wuyou opened her sleepy eyes, imagined herself sitting in his arms, shivered involuntarily, and suddenly woke up: "Thank you for your kindness, no need."

"Hey, hey, it's really boring..."

"There are many times when this old man is interesting, but I just didn't show it to you," Le Wuyou snorted, "I think you were still breastfeeding in Ling Ci's arms when this old man won the name of Brothel Bo."

Zhong Yi raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"You do not believe?"

"Do not believe."

"Ha," Le Wuyou raised his head and said loudly, "Have you heard of Miss Liu from Jinfen Building? Do you know why she is not good in appearance and singing skills, but she is indeed the most expensive?"

Zhong Yi said coolly: "Because you are holding it, Mr. Le."

"That's right, haha," Le Wuyou said triumphantly, "I think back then when I arranged flower wine and lit red candles for her, there were 36 tables full..."

"There are still 720 red candles." Zhong Yi said.

Le Wuyou was surprised: "You actually knew?"

"You've said it more than eighty times."

"Haha..." Le Wuyou laughed loudly, stroked the beard that was not on his chin, and said with a smile, "I'm old, I always mess up."

Zhong Yi looked at his fair and tender face, unconsciously gripped the rein with her fingers, and muttered in her heart: I obviously like this person, but why do I always want to beat him up.

Maybe it was because of the dazzling complacency on his face, Zhong Yi gave a very malicious smile, and said lightly: "But I was at the League President yesterday, and I clearly heard that Treasurer Jin said that ten years ago, he arranged flowers and wine for Miss Liu and lit red candles." Yes, it's Su Yuhen."

"Cough, cough," Le Wuyou's smile froze, and he said depressedly with a straight face, "The old man and that evildoer are both Miss Liu's guests, can't they?"

Zhong Yi said slowly: "Ayou is really generous, I can't do this kind of magnanimity."

His voice was as warm and delicate as the light rain of apricot blossoms in March in the south of the Yangtze River, but it was a little chilly in Le Wuyou's ears at this moment.

He glanced over with a guilty conscience, and suddenly mastered the miraculous skill of physiognomy without a teacher, and saw a trace of deep loneliness from Zhong Yi's usual smile.

Tsk, this child really has deep roots in love for him, Le Wuyou stroked his beardless chin, reflecting on whether he was too handsome.

"Okay, okay," Le Wuyou sighed, and confessed honestly, "Miss Liu's lover back then was not me."

Zhong Yi let out a chuckle, and suddenly flew down from the white-hoofed crow, her clothes fluttering, and landed on the back of the heart. His eyes were wide open, and his ass face couldn't hide his shock.

Le Wuyou stared at the face that was close at hand, and said in surprise: "What are you doing? You scared my big beauty!"

"Good boy," Zhong Yi patted the donkey's butt, put his hands on Le Wuyou's shoulders, and smiled happily, "Ayou, tell me, why do you keep bragging about your affair with Miss Liu?"

"What is bragging?" Le Wuyou said unhappily, "Although I don't have a good relationship with Miss Liu, there are still Miss Li and Miss Wang in Jinfen Building..."

Zhong Yi's face darkened.

Le Wuyou said: "Please get off my big beauty's back, he is still a child and cannot carry the two of us."

As soon as the words fell, the donkey staggered and suddenly fell straight down.

Zhong Yi reacted very quickly and pulled Le Wuyou to jump up. He raised his eyes and looked around, only to see a piece of wild smoke and weeds, and there was no sign of a killer attack.

"The surname Zhong! Your uncle!" Le Wuyou suddenly yelled, "You crushed my beauty!"

"How is it possible?" Zhong Yi squatted down, checked the donkey's body, and found that although the donkey was skinny, it had strong muscles and bones, and there was no sign of injury at all.

"How is it impossible? Look!" Le Wuyou pinched its long face, and saw the donkey's muzzle slanted, its tongue sticking out, as if it was overworked.

so fragile?Zhong Yi was full of doubts, and 120 million people didn't believe it, but seeing Le Wuyou's distressed face, he suppressed his doubts and said, "Maybe it has never carried two people at once, and it didn't adapt for a while."

Le Wuyou said depressedly: "It's all your fault, Meng Lang."

"...Yes, yes, it's all my fault."

"What should we do now?"

Zhong Yi thought to himself that since the donkey was exhausted, it would be better to kill it and eat its meat. Unfortunately, this one could only be blamed. Le Wuyou took an ordinary mottled donkey as his treasure. If he dared to propose such a donkey, he would have to kill it first. Own.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yi suddenly felt a tragic feeling that a man is not as good as a donkey.

Lifting his eyes and looking ahead, he could see the east and west mountains on both sides of Yishui River from a distance. He suggested: "There should be a temple under the mountain. Why don't you put your heart here first, and let's go to the temple and ask a master to come and heal it."

Le Wuyou looked at the surrounding wilderness, and said worriedly: "This is a desolate place, there must be some kind of beast, such a weak donkey as the great beauty..."

Before the words were finished, the donkey struggled and stood up tenaciously. However, it was wobbly, and it was obvious that it would not be able to ride again in a short time.

Le Wuyou was overjoyed: "Good job!"

Zhong Yi: "..."

The two of you led the donkey and I led the horse, and walked slowly into the valley surrounded by mountains and rivers. The magnificent Longmen loomed in the early morning mist.

Zhong Yi shook his fan, turned his head to look at Le Wuyou, and said with a smile, "Ayou, look at the mountains here, if you set up an ambush here, you will get twice the result with half the effort..."

Before he could finish speaking, a murderous aura suddenly struck from behind.

Zhong Yi quickly turned around, the folding fan flew out, and shot down the galloping Soul Hook. However, there were more than a dozen ghostly shadows appearing from all directions on the surrounding mountain walls, bottom of the water, woods, bushes... respectively.

Le Wuyou drew his sword out of its sheath, looked at Zhong Yi blankly, and thought that sooner or later he would tear your slut off!